It had been a long and weary day
going to bed at midnight
darkness overhauled my little room
and sleep had eluded me
Turnin up
i stared at the ceiling
then something startled me at one end.
It was a bright light
and in it was a figure
It had two wings
its cloth was as white as wool
and its face shone like a white sun
With a twinkling star on its forehead
I drew closer
Then i saw its face
it was a she
A paragon of beauty indeed
More beautiful than the most beautiful monnalisa
She wore a smile enough to light up a barn
On her hand was a sceptre
I streched forth my hand
and she withdrew
gave me that sparking smile
and then ascended
then i knew what she was
I had seen an angel
But WHY?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh GOD! ! ! ! when i am reading this poem the scene (THE ANGEL) also come to my mind, i dont want to leave from that fairy world! you really rocked.awesome. keep it up.JESUS LOVES YOU! ! ! !